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Oct 2014
The demons inside my mind
they whisper to me sunrise to bedtime
and when i finally fall asleep
their soft "mur murs" morph into dreams

Most of the time they like to bring up the past
playing clips of happiness we once had
no commercial break
just you and me and an exemption from reality

But during daylight hours
they sing sweet melodies of negativity
smooth persuading voices belting accapella
calling out all my imperfections

They're so selfish
my little demons,
******* out all my knowledge, confidence, and self control
to make room as their home
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